I was given a poem by the funeral home just before my Mom's funeral that I liked so much I had it read at her funeral. It touched me and I will forever be thankful for the woman who gave it to me.
“Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you and whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is an absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past.
Nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again”
MOgirl
Hello, friend
Received this in a booklet, says author is “Anonymous”.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Thank you, MOgirl. That is beautiful.